Maea
Beware the darkness of dragons,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
Beware the stalker of dreams,
As the snow melted to mud and temperatures rose from debilitating to merely unpleasant, Maea emerged from her self-imposed hibernation with the drowsy contentment of someone who has slept well, ate well and generally caught up with themselves. Life, as it turned out, was pretty good if she allowed herself to slow down and actually live it. With Liam and their companions in the same space she didn't want for company, and so it was simply to stretch her wings and enjoy a bit of 'me' time that she had gone into the forest that day.
Shifted into the guise of a black dragon, the pelting rain ran off her scales as she coasted along above the trees. Looking for nothing in particular, merely breathing deep of the fresh air, she passed over a clearing without really paying attention to the squelching mud-monsters or the gathering crowd. Not until she'd passed it by did the unusual sight register; doubling back, Maea dipped a wing and fell into circling above the clearing, absorbing the sight and waiting to see what would happen. Many of the faces were familiar - even Astaroth, to her dismay - and when she spotted Liam among them, a throaty trill rumbled from her chest, mimicking what his two dragonets used to sound like. Just to avoid any confusion about who it was gazing out of the pale, nacreous eyes gleaming like moons against the dark scales.
Maea arrives in her Black dragon shift and circles above the clearing. She brings only what's on her profile. Companion is not present.
Shifted into the guise of a black dragon, the pelting rain ran off her scales as she coasted along above the trees. Looking for nothing in particular, merely breathing deep of the fresh air, she passed over a clearing without really paying attention to the squelching mud-monsters or the gathering crowd. Not until she'd passed it by did the unusual sight register; doubling back, Maea dipped a wing and fell into circling above the clearing, absorbing the sight and waiting to see what would happen. Many of the faces were familiar - even Astaroth, to her dismay - and when she spotted Liam among them, a throaty trill rumbled from her chest, mimicking what his two dragonets used to sound like. Just to avoid any confusion about who it was gazing out of the pale, nacreous eyes gleaming like moons against the dark scales.
Maea arrives in her Black dragon shift and circles above the clearing. She brings only what's on her profile. Companion is not present.
Beware the talons of power and fire,
Beware one who is not what she seems.
Beware one who is not what she seems.
